Leon turned and took off, running and getting on a sleek black motorcycle. Chris began running back to the helicopter. He had to stop Leon. If he didn't, the government would send everything they had. Tanks. Jets. The whole nine yards. And it wasn't pretty.

"Go!" Chris yelled to the pilot as he approached. The blades began whirring and he got in the back, the helicopter rising into the sky.

"There!"

Chris pointed and the pilot turned the helicopter so they were following Leon. He was tearing down the road at impossible speeds, easily avoiding the traffic and leaving a trail of collisions in his wake. Chris held his gun tightly, his finger hovering over the trigger. He couldn't risk hitting any civilians. He'd have to wait for a better shot, if he could even take it…

Leon removed one of the semi-automatic machine guns from the side of the bike with his left hand, turning and facing back at the helicopter. He raised the weapon and began firing.

"Get down!"

Chris yelled and braced himself as the helicopter swayed to the right sharply, the spray of bullets piercing the metal of the fuselage and tail. The helicopter levelled and increased speed, the blades whirring rapidly.

Leon smirked and tossed the gun into the street, revving the bike and tearing up the on ramp. He could still hear the helicopters blades slicing through the air behind him.

They were catching up, and now less than fifty feet of space was left between them. Chris knelt down, aiming down the sights. He had to stop Leon.. It was obvious by now the only way he would stop the carnage was to either remove the gem from his chest or to kill him. Chris pulled the trigger, the bullets spraying down at the agent. He swerved back and forth in a serpentine pattern that allowed him to avoid being struck. He removed the magazine and inserted another, cocking it. He fired again, some of the bullets dangerously close to hitting Leon as the helicopter flew over him.

Leon's eyes narrowed. It seemed Chris wouldn't quit. He would have to stop the brunet himself. He slowed the bike so the helicopter pulled in front of him, and in one swift moment launched himself at it. Chris' eyes widened and he quickly threw himself to the side as Leon rolled inside, coming to a halt on one knee. Chris recovered from his initial shock and threw himself at Leon, not giving the agent a chance to stop him. He tackled Leon into the side of the fuselage, pulled back his fist and delivered his hardest punch to the jewel on his chest.

Leon cried out as Chris delivered several more blows, the force enough to wind him and keep him at bay temporarily as the jewel began to shatter and spark frequently. Leon's body convulsed with every shock, hard enough that Chris felt it when his fist connected with it, the electricity tensing his muscles. He pulled back after what felt like forever, his fingers still curled into a fist and spotted with blood, his chest heaving. Leon was slumped back against the fuselage, his head down. Chris warily approached, stepping closer to Leon.

Leon let out a cry and threw himself at Chris, pistol in hand. He began aiming at Chris and firing the gun, but Chris easily pushed Leon's hand aside.

"Ugh!" Chris' attention snapped to the pilot, who had been hit by one of the bullets and was now dead. The helicopter rose and spun wildly, causing both men to stumble apart. Chris lost his footing, eyes wide as he fell back and out of the helicopter.

"Chris!" Leon threw himself towards the edge of the helicopter in an attempt to catch his wrist, but was already too late. Wesker's words echoed in his head.

"Let him watch the world burn."

Chris absolutely could not die. It went against Wesker's words, and to allow that would be disobeying Wesker. Leon simply could not. He threw himself out of the helicopter, pushing off it and getting as much speed as possible. In the few seconds he had, he managed to catch up to Chris and grab his wrist, flipping them just before the impact.

Chris groaned, his body throbbing painfully. He pushed himself up on his hands, taking deep breaths. It felt like all the air had been forced from his lungs, and it took him a moment to catch his breath. He raised his head, his eyes falling on Leon. The agent had saved his life somehow, and under Wesker's control at that. He lay spread eagled, eyes closed and unmoving, blood stains forming on his shirt where broken ribs pierced through the skin. One arm was snapped at the elbow and his clothes covered in small cuts and red splotches. The breeze ruffled his hair playfully, giving him a peaceful look. If Chris didn't know any better, he would have assumed Leon was dead. But he did know better.

Chris reached out and touched Leon's wrist. His eyes fluttered open and he stared at the sky, his body still for several long moments before he took in a large gasp of oxygen.

"Leon?" Chris asked tentatively, unsure if he had been able to reach his friend. Leon's eyes flicked to him, as if he finally noticed Chris' presence.

"Chris…" Leon pushed himself up into a slight sitting position and hissed in pain, bringing his good hand up to his head and gritting his teeth, "…I can feel the pain again."

Chris let out a sigh of relief. Not only was Leon okay, but Wesker's grasp on him was loosening.

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

Leon's fingers curled in Chris' vest, pulling himself up and sinking his teeth into Chris' neck. Chris cried out in pain and attempted to push Leon away, but the agent tightened his grip and pulled him closer, their chests flush together. Chris let out a gasp, his eyes fluttering as Leon drank his blood. Had they been alone, and if Leon wasn't being controlled by Wesker, Chris may have enjoyed it.

"L-Leon…" Chris moaned weakly, his eyes fluttering as his head fell back. When Leon finally released him he was pushed back onto the ground. He watched Leon stand, the broken bones snapping back into place and lacerations knitting shut. His blood slid down the agent's chin and neck, staining the collar of his shirt, his pupils slit like Wesker's. He turned, putting his back to Chris and flexing his mangled wings. He spread them out, several small pieces of the metal attachments breaking off and falling to the ground.

"Wait!" The word had Leon halting and looking over his shoulder.

"I won't quit trying to stop you."

"I know."

Chris let his head fall back. He stared up at the sky, watching the clouds drift slowly as he listened to the fading sounds of Leon's wings flapping into the distance. The alarm on his watch sang, indicating that his time was up. He had failed to stop Leon and now the government would intervene. There would be damage, casualties, and one of several bad endings. He pushed himself onto his feet, pressing his hand over the wound on his neck to halt the bleeding as best he could and began walking. It wouldn't be long before the government got a hold of Leon, and this time, the results would be much, much worse.

It was nearly impossible to lose track of the ex-agent. Chris had followed a trail of death and destruction. It made the city look almost post-apocalyptic; cars left running with the doors open, bodies littering the ground, the smell of death and smoke in the air. He couldn't stop trying to get to Leon; it had worked a few times already. He had to get the damn device off of him, and soon.

It didn't take Chris long to find the man. He wasn't trying to hide, and he'd left an easy trail to follow. Chris approached slowly, walking up behind Leon. He knew Leon was aware of his presence probably long before Chris had set eyes on him. He stopped a good twenty feet away from him and Leon turned, meeting his gaze. This would be his last chance to get through to him. He had to pull out all stops. His voice came out softer than he'd intended and he spoke with the utmost sincerity.

"Do you remember that night when you saw me after returning to Wesker? You told me how you lost your humanity, how you'd allowed Wesker to do this to you because you wanted to fulfill his wishes? How you wanted to be what he wanted you to be? But when I looked at you, I didn't see anything wrong. Sure, you're the only person alive that's capable of flying, and your eyes glow slightly in the dark, and you have all these powers… but so what? Nothing about what changed your appearance and DNA structure changed who you were. I knew you were the same, stubborn, selfless, kind Leon that I'd come to know. I truly believed that even with Wesker's influence, you'd do the right thing. And you did, until he controlled you. He made you into everything you feared. He took away your emotions, your free will, anything that made you human. But this?" Chris gestured to the carnage around them, "This is everything he stands for. The old Leon would have never stood for something like this. He would have died trying to prevent this. And I know the old Leon, the one that I love, is still somewhere in there and I swear there's nothing I won't do to bring him back."

Chris pressed his lips together, searching the ex-agent's face for any sign of emotion. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw his eyes shimmering slightly.

"Just let me help you. Please." Chris bit his lip. Leon had to know how serious he was about this. He still trusted the man with his life and knew somewhere in there, the real Leon was fighting. He could get to him again. Leon wouldn't be able to hurt him…

Chris dropped his gun, the weapon falling to the ground with a clang. He saw Leon's eyes flick down to the weapon quickly before assessing him, as if questioning his intent. Chris removed his weapons belt and dropped it as well, before finally stripping off his bullet proof vest. He was completely unarmed and at the agents mercy. He took a few slow, daring steps closer, Leon's eyes flicking up to his own. Leon gritted his teeth, taking a step towards him. Chris couldn't hide the beginning of a smile creeping at the corners of his lips. He reached his hand out towards Leon.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" The voice was loud, strong, and one of uncontestable authority. It had both Chris and Leon turning. They had been so intent on one another they hadn't noticed the armored men approaching, surrounding them from every vantage point, high and low. Armed with everything from high caliber sniper rifles to grenade launchers, heavy machine guns, and RPGs, as well as several tranquilizer-like guns.

Chris raised his hands slowly before he realized none of the weapons were trained on him.

"Stand down! He's not hostile!" Chris ordered, but none of the men moved.

"Captain Redfield, you are no longer in charge of the situation. Our orders are to eliminate the target immediately." One of the men said. He was obviously their captain.

Chris' eyes widened. No! He could do this!

"Do you really think you can stop me?" Leon asked cockily. He looked both surprised and offended. Could he be serious? There must have been over a hundred highly trained men aiming their weapons at him right now.

"Leon. Please."

The agent didn't move, instead keeping his unblinking, burning gaze on the man in charge.

"Fire!"

"NO!" Chris cried out and dropped to the ground as they opened fire on the agent. The air was filled with the ringing noise of bullets flying, tearing through the space with ease. Leon moved quickly, easily dodging the projectiles.

"No!"

An RPG was fired and Leon stood absolutely still as it rushed towards him. He raised his hands and caught it before it collided with him, sliding back a few feet before turning it and releasing it. It flew back into a small group of men, obliterating them in a blast of flesh and blood.

"Stop!"

Chris stood and ran at the agent and grabbed him by the arm. Leon turned, clearly surprised.

"Cease fire!"

The rain of bullets stopped, for now at least, since Chris was in the danger zone. This was his chance. He spun Leon towards him and grabbed onto the jewel, pulling as hard as he could. The man cried out in clear agony, the device shooting out small shocks of electricity. Chris flinched as it shot up his arm, tensing his muscles painfully before causing him to release it. Leon slumped, gasping hard, his eyes wide and staring at the ground.

"Leon?"

"Ch-Chris…" Leon panted, straightening slowly. Chris laughed. It had worked. Leon reached out to him, distracted, not noticing one of the soldiers taking aim and firing at him.

Leon gasped as something was shot into his neck and quickly ripped it out, looking at it. It was a long, plastic syringe half-full of a reddish liquid. His muscles clenched and his head throbbed painfully, causing him to release the syringe and grasp at his head. He cried out in agony, his vision going red and blurring around the edges with every pulse of his heart, the liquid rushing through his veins.

Chris stood still in shock, eyes on the syringe. Somehow the government had managed to replicate the overdose effects of PG67A/W. A low snarling noise had him raising his eyes to Leon, who had straightened, his teeth grit as he fought off the pain of the poison attacking the virus within him. A second, third, fourth, and fifth syringe were shot at Leon, all hitting vital points on his body. He staggered and snarled, blood dripping from his lips.

"Stop!" Chris yelled. It only took three doses of it to temporarily put Wesker out of commission. He was sure with a large enough dosage it would either eliminate the virus in Leon completely, or kill him.

A high-pitched ringing noise in his head had Chris covering his ears and groaning in pain. He watched as all around them, the soldiers did the same, except on a much worse degree. They screamed and clawed at their faces, some pulling out their hair, others bleeding from their eyes and ears, all incapacitated one way or another.

"Leon Kennedy! Stop this! This is not you!" Chris cried out over the increasing commotion, every passing second driving the soldiers madder. One put his pistol to his chin and fired, blowing out his brains to relieve himself of the pain. Chris struggled forward, reaching out and putting his hands on Leon's neck, forcing the man to meet his gaze. He stared into glowing green and gold eyes, pupils slit into a narrow line. He saw Leon search his eyes, felt the pain in his head slowly ease and disappear altogether.

There was no hesitation this time as the soldiers recovered, all taking fire at the ex-agent. Leon pushed Chris back with enough strength to send him sliding across the ground. He watched in horror as the ex-agent was riddled with bullets that tore through his flesh and several more of the syringes were shot into him. There was too much of the concoction flowing through his veins for his powers to work, none of the wounds healing. After all the ammunition was fired, Leon collapsed onto the ground, unconscious and dying from both his wounds and the overdose of serum.